Author: Merula
Pairings: 3x4
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: 'Dark Bond' side fic, Lemon warning- what else? That's how the whole bonding stuff happens...
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine.
This proves that I can never let anything die like it should.
Doubts
Quatre watched the couple on the grass, trying not to smile. They were arguing again. They didn't seem to be able to last a night without an argument.
Or three.
His sister joined him on the porch. "What are you... oh no. Not again?" She gave the couple on the lawn an exasperated look. "Can't they get along at all?"
"Apparently not." Quatre turned and smiled at his sister. "Did you say goodbye to Heero and Duo?"
Irea nodded. "I did. I told Heero we'd go there eventually to get our things..." She smiled. "He said he'd keep it for as long as we wanted- and that we always had a home with him."
Quatre's smiled dimmed a little. "You mean you have a home. He didn't say that to me."
"Well, you have a lifemate now." Irea met his eyes. "Speaking of which- where is he?"
"Talking with the Prince." Quatre looked away from his sister, not wanting to discuss the topic again.
"When are you going to cut him a break Quatre? You know he's your lifemate. You can't moon over Heero forever."
"I'm not," Quatre snapped. "I just... it really hurt, that's all. He didn't want me once. What's to say that when the bond is completed he'll still want me?"
Irea huffed and smacked the back of his head. "You know better than that. Stop being a moron."
"Sister..." Quatre growled at her. Irea ignored him.
"I'm going to go get dressed. The Prince is having guests over this evening. Maybe one of them will be my lifemate and I'll have a good excuse for being an idiot too."
Before Quatre could think of a retort, Irea retreated into the house.
Quatre looked out across the now-empty lawn. Relena must've stormed off again. Wufei still didn't quite get the wooing thing. Quatre considered talking to him about it again.
Not that he knew anything about it either...
"Lifemate," the mental word was a caress. "There you are." Quatre half-turned as Trowa joined him on the porch.
"I thought you were talking to the Prince."
"I finished. What are you doing alone in the dark?"
Quatre frowned. He wished he could stop Trowa from talking to him mentally. It was too... intimate...
"And who else should I be intimate with other than you?" Quatre rolled his eyes.
"I'm sure you could find someone."
"There is no one else I want. I can't want anyone else. Only you..." Trowa slid his arms carefully around Quatre's waist. "When will you forgive me?"
"You ask me that every night."
"And you never answer. So I will ask it until you do." His lips touched the side of Quatre's throat.
Quatre didn't let himself lean into the body behind him like he wanted to do. "What did you talk to the Prince about?"
He felt Trowa sigh. "I have to go and attend to some business. I will be gone for several days."
Several days? Quatre bit his lip.
"I hate to ask this of you- but will you come with me? It will not be- comfortable for either of us to be apart that long."
"What will happen?"
"I don't know for sure. Some say that a pair separated for too long will go mad."
"But that's only after the blood bond, right?"
"I'd rather not risk it. Please Quatre?"
All of a sudden there was a tremendous crash and the sound of raised voices. Neither Trowa nor Quatre flinched. It was getting to be a normal occurrence.
"Very well," Quatre half-smiled. "Some peace and quiet might be nice."
~*~
Trowa hadn't gone into details on the business that he'd had to attend to, and Quatre hadn't asked. He'd just nodded when Trowa told him to go pack, had simply listened to the radio on the car ride to the airport, and then had read the magazines tucked in the seat on the plane. Trowa had let him be quiet, and had done a lot of typing on a laptop he carried with him.
There was a car awaiting them at the airport, and Trowa drove it through the small twisted streets without stopping to look at the street signs.
"Where are we going?" Quatre asked as he looked out the window.
"I wondered when you would ask. This is my home." Trowa sounded amused.
"You live here?"
"Not usually. I'm normally with the Prince. But before he became our Prince, this was my territory. I still keep my home here."
"It looks like a nice town."
Trowa smiled. "It is." He made a sharp right turn into a garage. "Here we are."
Quatre looked out the window at the sky. "Just in time too."
Trowa opened the door of the house and ushered Quatre inside. "I sleep down below. Make yourself comfortable. Feel free to use whatever you like."
"Thank you." Quatre cast another glance at the windows. "I'll be fine. Don't worry."
Suddenly he was pinned up against the wall, Trowa's body tight against his. "I will always worry," Trowa said, catching Quatre's mouth in a brief kiss. "Until you sleep beside me where you belong." Before Quatre could form a reply, Trowa vanished.
He rubbed his hands over his face and sighed. He needed to get some sleep.
There were several bedrooms, and Quatre managed to locate some sheets. He took a shower and then tucked himself into the smallest of the bedrooms.
The bed was cold. He rolled himself up in the sheets, trying not to think of his lifemate below. His lifemate who would no doubt be happy to keep Quatre warm...
But for how long? He asked himself. The bond had disgusted Trowa at first. Had thought it unnatural. Wondered if he had been infected...
Now though... now he wanted his lifemate.
But... was it because the bond was forcing him into compliance? Quatre knew that the Carpathians needed their lifemate to remain sane. The bond itself might be warping Trowa's thoughts, pushing him into agreement. What would he do when the bond was complete and no longer tugging on him? Would he still want Quatre?
He closed his eyes. He knew better than this... he did. It was just... it was hard to forget that rejection... Quatre was all too familiar with rejection.
He'd been the youngest of his siblings. Girls were favored in his clan, not boys. He was smaller than his sisters, not as powerful... and it was after his birth that his father had stopped visiting. He knew now that something must've happened to him- he'd found a true mate or had turned vampiric- but some of his sisters had told him that it was his fault... that his father had not wanted such a child...
When the "cleansing" had started and he'd watched his siblings fall until only he and Irea, the one sister who had been the kindest to him had been left... Quatre had been happy to go and live with Heero. Heero who had made them welcome...
He'd fallen in love with Heero, knowing he'd never have him, but not caring. Until Duo had shown up...
But then Trowa had shown up too...
Quatre pulled the blankets over his head and banished all thoughts from his mind. He was too tired to go through all this pointless speculation again...
~*~
Quatre awoke to a soft touch on his upper thigh. Fingers were stroking him gently, stirring warmth under his skin.
He cracked an eyelid open and found Trowa leaning over him. "Good evening."
"It's evening already?" Quatre asked and tried to move away from the hand on his thigh. But the sheets were wrapped tight around him- and the ends were under Trowa. "Could you..." he started, and then stopped when he took a good look at Trowa. "Um... why aren't you dressed?"
"You aren't." Trowa replied, his lips curving faintly. "It seemed more fair this way."
"I have a sheet."
"You could take it off." Trowa smiled wider. "Or share some with me."
"Don't you have business to attend to?"
"Of course," Trowa's hand moved a bit to the right, sliding under the sheet.
Quatre gasped. "Not... that."
"Why not?" Trowa's hand continued its caresses. "I want to touch you...." The metal images he sent detailed exactly what he had in mind. "You're mine, Quatre. Please..."
He slid down on the sheets and bent his head, replacing his fingers with his mouth.
"Trowa..." Quatre didn't know if he was asking Trowa to stop- or begging him to continue.
Trowa didn't stop. He pushed the sheets out of the way, slid his hands underneath Quatre and pulled him closer, taking him in deeper.
Quatre didn't fight. He couldn't. Not with Trowa's hands and mouth on his skin, with his mind feeding Quatre images, stoking his desire higher.
Sensation exploded across Quatre's skin, he cried out, but Trowa didn't stop. He let his fingers slid inside his mate, readying him.
He didn't want to wait anymore. He wanted to show Quatre that he could be trusted, that he wanted his mate...
Quatre's eyes were half-closed, he was panting as Trowa pulled the rest of the sheets free, moving upwards to kiss along Quatre's ribcage.
He let his mouth rest on Quatre's throat as he slid himself inside the place he had prepared. "Mine," he whispered, and Quatre arched against him as he bit down gently.
Quatre moaned, twisting his head to the side, and Trowa growled in feral satisfaction. He rocked his hips slowly as he drank, and then pulled back enough to offer his own throat to Quatre.
"Drink." His eyes closed as Quatre's teeth fastened in his throat. "I claim you as my lifemate..." he said in the ancient tongue, and was rewarded with the feeling of the bond between them beginning to strengthen. "I give to you my protection, my heart, my soul..."
He was surprised to feel Quatre's teeth release him, more so when his mate repeated the words against his throat. The words that would bind them together... he held his mate closer, unwilling to risk having him escape even now...
Quatre didn't know what he was saying, didn't know why he felt compelled to repeat Trowa's words, but when they finished and Trowa's mouth claimed his again, he felt the strength of the bond between them.
What had he done?
Trowa growled, catching the thought, his hips rocking faster, harder now. "You can never leave me now..."
Quatre couldn't reply. He could only clutch at Trowa's shoulders and hold on as that explosive sensation swept over his body again, tumbling him down into darkness as it passed.
~*~
Quatre awoke. He was wrapped in sheets again, Trowa beside him, his arms tight around Quatre's waist.
He raised his hand to his throat. What had happened?
"We completed the bond." He turned his head and found Trowa watching him.
Quatre tried to summon up some shred of anger, but he couldn't.
"Don't you have some business to attend to?" Was the best he could do.
"I'm doing it right now." Trowa kissed the curve of Quatre's ear.
"Not this, the things you came here for."
"This is the most important thing I have to do right now. Everything else can wait." Trowa nuzzled against him. You are always my priority. No matter what.
I don't need you hovering over me. Quatre snapped back.
No, Trowa agreed. You don't.
So get to work.
Very well. Trowa rolled Quatre over so that Quatre was sprawled across his chest.
What are you doing?
Working. I told the Prince I wanted some time with my lifebonded away from everyone else.
Quatre's eyes widened. So there was never any business?
There is some. I have a few things I need to check on here, but nothing urgent. I wanted time with you. Time to prove that I had learned my lesson. I didn't plan to do this quite so soon... Trowa shrugged. But you are awfully tempting when you're asleep.
Quatre shook his head. I should've known better...
Trowa reached up and cupped Quatre's cheek. I can't stand to be at odds with you. I couldn't wait anymore... I need you to forgive me. I need you to believe in me. You can see into my deepest self now, beloved. Do you see anything there that would hurt you?
He opened his mind up completely to Quatre, hid nothing from his lifemate, showed him all. With such evidence laid out... Quatre's doubts vanished.
He bent to kiss Trowa's cheek. I'm sorry...
I am too. Trowa sighed. I know I shouldn't have forced the bond, but I had to make you see...
There was no force involved. Quatre snorted and let his thigh slide between Trowa's. Shall I prove it to you?
Trowa smiled and tilted his head back, offering Quatre his throat. Please...
OWARI
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